Virus
What is this contagion that’s spread?
Replicating over and over again,
Feeding on an area until it is dead,
Then to another area it moves instead.
A virus is what we call this thing,
A corruption that insidiously grows,
Something with which we fight and swing,
To something which we are adamantly opposed
It grows and spreads if left unchecked
Destroy all that lies in it course
Something from which we must protect
Our children and loved ones with all our force
As what, do you suppose we are seen?
To Mother Nature upon this earth,
Destroying all that is good and green
And taking all that we find worth
Killing each area with poison and dirt
Then moving to the unsoiled vicinity
And then we again start to pervert
The green and wholesome nature’s virginity
When will we ascend far enough?
To rise above the human greed
On pollution we need to be tough
Of our planets cries we take heed.
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